FriendshipFriendshipFriendship5 years ago in Written Entries More Like This
Imagine a box: simple glass box with six dark walls. Although the box is made of glass and it should be transparent there's no way to see inside it. There isn't a lid every side is the same. There isn't even a lock. This box wasn't always this way. So let me tell its story.
Once there was a beautiful crystal box. It was so pretty. The lid was engraved with all kinds of beautiful flowers. There was a pretty lock on one of the sides with a key put neatly in it. Through the crystal sides of the box you were able to see a flower. One gorgeous rose was standing on the box's floor. If you begin to wonder why was a rose locked away in a box you'll soon understand.
One day there was a sad little girl. She didn't know what was the mater for her sadness. As the girl was walking in the forest suddenly a crystal box appeared before her. When she saw the box she remembered a story about a legend her mother used to tell her. The legend was about a girl who found the box with the flower of
ThE LaSt RoSeThE LaSt RoSe5 years ago in Written Entries More Like This
The Last Rose
The door was swung loudly and deliberately behind little Alzrith, who was holding back tears.
"I hate you, Daddy... I HATE YOU!" came her faint cry as she ran away.
The master of the house Alzrith's father peered through his glass window, looking down at the little figure running away the from the mansion to the concealedv gardens ahead. Behind him, the door opened and closed.
"Señor, are we to find the Señorita?"
Without turning around, the Señor answered, "No need." A faint smile curved on his lips. "I know where she goes in times like this..."
All the King's Roses...Belle was in thrall of the flower before her. The rose, it's delicate shape, it's gentle beauty, it's innocence. It reminded her of a child depending on the care of others to live, and yet capable of doing so on it's own, if needed.All the King's Roses...5 years ago in Written Entries More Like This
It truly was magnificent. One of many pale pink roses adorning the manor's large arbor, it climbed only halfway up, easily within reaching distance, if one desired to touch it. The bloom was large, and something about it gave her shivers. She was drawn to it, almost as if
She found herself reaching towards the rose, unconsciously trying to get close enough to touch it. What was it about this bloom in particular, that drew her eye so? It almost seemed to pulse, faster and faster as she drew nearer to it.
A strange thrumming sound filled the air, and then there were bees. Hordes of them, surrounding her with their gentle buzzing.
The PossibilitiesI walked into my shrink's (I know she doesn't like to be called that, but I wouldn't let Dr. Kennedy brainwash me) office, and took my seat in the coffee brown couch in front of her desk. My hair was a wreck, I hadn't washed it in a week and the tangles just wouldn't come out. I knew that I looked awful. I also knew that she wanted to ask about my current condition. I could just tell it by the glint in her eyes that she wanted to ask badly.The Possibilities5 years ago in Written Entries More Like This
"I don't know." I said.
"Don't know what?"
"I just. Don't know." to be truthfully honest my stomach was churning at the thought of telling her. I could almost feel it coming up like word vomit pushing its way up my throat.
I couldn't bare the silence or the patronizing look on her face, so my eyes started to meander around the room. I've always meant to ask if she had actually read all of the books or if she just wanted to impress people. One time when she left the office for a minute I skimmed through one of the books. All hocus pocus and magic inc